Then, she can't tell Su Shijie now, otherwise he will never allow her to ask for help.

She couldn't help but watch Su Shijie's illness worsen.

"Okay, I'm going to make a call now." Su Shijie kissed her on the forehead and helped her lie down. He got out of bed, picked up his cell phone, and called in front of her to give orders.

"I have done as you asked, now you feel at ease?"

Su Shijie took a glass of water and sat beside the bed, and probed her forehead with the back of his hand.

Chanel held his hand and drank a glass of warm water, feeling much better.

"Nair, as long as I'm here, your nightmares won't bother you anymore. Look at me."

Su Shijie held her in his arms, placing thin kisses on her eyebrows, eyes and nose...it was getting hotter and hotter, and his chest pressed her tightly, giving her reassuring strength...

…

At the same time, the hospital.

The strong smell of alcohol filled the entire ward. The young man lying on the hospital bed was slender and thin. The hands hanging by the bed were too thin and had clear joints.

Because he refused to eat for a long time and relied on nutrient solution, he seemed to be in a state of death.

His empty eyes were open, staring at the empty ceiling.

At some point, the door to the ward opened, and a girl wearing a long kilt walked in. Her hair was tied into a braid on the left side and placed casually on her shoulders.

She held something to eat in her hand and smiled slightly: "ian."

Mu Xicheng's eyes flickered, as if Xia Nai, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, appeared from his memory.

"Look, I've brought you some delicious food. It's all what you like."

The woman stepped over the smashed mess on the ground, walked to the bed, opened the food basket, and the smell of meaty porridge wafted out.

"The doctor said you haven't eaten for a long time, so you can only eat crushed liquid food and minced meat." She picked up the porridge and stirred it with a spoon. "Why don't you eat? Your body will collapse if you do this.

Do you know?"

Mu Xicheng's lips pursed twice, and a vague sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's his illusion...Xia Nai will never come to see him.

But a hand grabbed his arm, shook the hand beside the hospital bed, and stood the bed up.

"Be careful of burning."

She smiled and put the porridge to Mu Xicheng's lips, "Open your mouth, ah."

Mu Xicheng's lips touched the real touch of food and the heat. He frowned and subconsciously opened his mouth to take the spoon that was handed up to him.

The aroma of porridge spread between his lips and teeth...

"Xia Nai," his throat rose and fell, squeezing out vague syllables, "Am I dreaming?"

"No, of course you are not dreaming." The woman smiled and handed over another spoonful, "Take another bite, eat more, you are really too thin, you know?"

Mu Xicheng stared at her lustfully, even if it was a phantom, that was enough.

He looked at her obsessively, eating every bite of food she fed...

…

Outside the unsecured door, He Xiuzi leaned there, staring at the back of Xia Xiner feeding Mu Xicheng, biting her lower lip tightly, sliding along the door and sitting on the ground, crying bitterly.

What if she hadn't thought of a way to replace Xia Xiner out of desperation?

Mu Xicheng's character is so stubborn, he made up his mind not to want her or this world...

No nostalgia at all.

How desperate must a person be to go on a hunger strike to treat himself?
Chapter completed!